The cola collided with the plastered hand, spilling onto the ground.
A bit of the liquid splashed onto the hem of his trench coat, but fortunately, it wasn't very noticeable.
"Are you okay?"
Sheng Ning'an quickly ran over and grabbed his wrist to check.
"I'm fine!" Xu Weiran smiled reassuringly at her, then glanced at the doll in his hand.
Thankfully, it wasn't dirty!
Noticing his gaze, Sheng Ning'an frowned and said angrily, "Do you know your hand is injured? And you actually used it to block?"
What on earth was he thinking?
Xu Weiran smiled at her and said, "It's okay, I have the plaster!"
"What do you mean, it's okay? What if it gets worse? Don't forget, your hand is needed for experiments." Sheng Ning'an was about to explode with anger.
Angry at herself too. Why did she give him the doll?
Knowing that his hand was not convenient due to injury, even if he needed to hold it, she should have been the one holding it.
